The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain tasted of iron and old rot as it drummed against the hood of my horse, a rhythmic, relentless pounding that seemed to sync with the frantic beating of my own heart. I was not a man of the road, nor of the law, but the road had claimed me, and the law had discarded me, leaving me a ghost in the mud of the highway. In my saddlebag, wrapped in oilskin that had begun to leak, lay the jar....

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